"I never considered chartreuse!" she protested, looking up at him indignantly. The tiny pout on her face was intended to look intimidating but instead probably just looked like an angry kitten. It didn't help that it was impossible to be mad at him when she was so happy. "Though I did almost go with a really pretty mauve." She giggled, imagining him trying to figure out what color, exactly, mauve was.
Their first meal in their new home. She couldn't shake her excitement at the idea, even if they would be sitting in the middle of the floor of their freshly painted room. "That sounds perfect," she told him happily, leaning up to kiss him lightly. And it did. If her stomach held out. Or her head. Perhaps it was the paint fumes or maybe it was just how tired she was feeling, but she wasn't thinking she'd be able to stand there much longer. "But perhaps we should eat downstairs, instead."
She pulled back and walked towards the hallway, feeling immediately better for not being surrounded by paint and drop cloths and tape. She just needed a breather, that was all. She smiled over her shoulder at her husband and walked slowly down the hall, taking in the other rooms. Two more bedrooms and a bath. Perfect to start a family. Oh, one could be a guest room for a bit, if they wanted. But the other... She paused there before she made her way down the stairs, leaning in the door. She could already picture it. A crib, a dresser, some pretty paintings on the wall. A smile crossed her face, knowing how lucky she was. Perfect husband, perfect home, and now...finally, a perfect little one, preparing himself to make his way into the world.